August 2023 – Audio Version

“May I join you?”

The shower curtain was pulled back, and his handsome, chiseled face peaked around, complete with a boyish grin. My heart skipped a beat as cool rivulets of water darted from the shower head, striking between my breasts and running in rivulets down my abdomen and over my legs to pool at my bare feet. We arrived at my home almost simultaneously. Me from work and him from the capitol. After eager kisses, I had excused myself to rinse away the heat and stress of the day away while he settled in. Now, the exquisite Demigod wanted to join me. My Inner Goddess lit up, adding a jolt of adrenaline to my drained mental state and weary body.

Stepping into the garden tub, his massive frame towered over me as I rose on tiptoe to kiss him, compressing my hot wet body against his cool muscular flesh. My hands cupped the back of the Demigod’s head while his arms wrapped around my narrow waist, delighting in my petiteness. The water now pattered on my lower back, offering a refreshing contrast to the growing fire and pressure between us. Sheltered with the Demigod within the confines of the shower, I felt shrouded from the world, my troubles washing down the drain as I focused on his firm, exploratory touch. 

With careful insistence, the Demigod rotated my hips and pulled them against him until the water was once more streaming down my breasts. I sighed as the crown of my head tilted back to rest on his broad chest. His fingers slid to my slick goddess and greeted my pearl. My Inner Goddess was in heaven. When was the last time we had showered with a god? We could not recall. It did not matter; we were there now. 

The Demigod kept his movements a slow swirl, not enough to elicit an orgasm, more like a tempting appetizer for the slow sensual seduction to come. I reached behind me and grasped the eager girth pressing against my derriere. The Demigod shifted to the side, giving me unlimited access to continue stroking his entire length and weighty jewels. My Inner Goddess was in danger of slipping down the drain as she liquefied in his powerful hold. 

“Come,” he breathed into my ear. “I want to take this to the bed and enjoy your body.”

I leisurely dried off, appreciating the feel of the plush fabric on my tingling skin as the naked Demigod lounged on my snowy comforter, watching the towel rubbing across my body. My Inner Goddess wondered how we got to be so lucky. He was absolutely breathtaking, minute water droplets glimmering off his long, lean body in the late afternoon sunlight. I gave up on drying off. I wanted him. I wanted to be close, to melt into his embrace once more and take his erect mast between my lips.

Dropping my towel on the floor, I bounded to the bed like a greedy bunny. The Demigod opened his arms to receive me, but I surprised him. My path was directed lower, much lower. I inhaled his fresh, familiar scent as my tongue wrapped around the length of his glory. I missed him more than I cared to admit and would never voice to him. The comfort of his body, his fingers caressing my sapphire curls away from my cheekbone, made unexpected feelings swirl in translucent colors about my heart. 

“Well, if you are going to do that,” the Demigod grinned, breaking me from my reverie, “it’s only fair that I reciprocate. Get up here.” He said the last bit with only a slight growling command in his voice. 

The Demigod buried his face between my legs, languidly licking and sampling, allowing my pearl to swell awake fully as I held myself over him in a 69 position. This slow sensuality was a relatively new experience with the Demigod. Rather than my orgasms being forcefully demanded by the animalistic passion of the great god, I relaxed into his face – feeling the muscles of his cheeks and jaw as they worked against the sensitive skin of my goddess. I marveled at the unique motions of his tongue and tried to guess how and where the broad muscle would swirl next. All the while, my own lips, and tongue focused on his swelling pleasure until my need increased and washed over me in undulating waves. 

The Demigod rose from between my noticeably weak and trembling limbs, his fingers connecting with my ripe inner jewel as I positioned my back onto the bed. Once more, the Demigod was mindful of our prearrangement and kept his movements steady but not aggressive. Hot nectar flicked over my compressed eyelids, and a warm current flowed beneath my hips in response to his gesticulations. My mind bemoaned the lack of preparation and missing waterproof towel, but my Inner Goddess did not give a fig. She was floating in a warm cloud of pleasure. 

“That’s exactly what washing machines are for!” She airily answered. 

My Inner Goddess was, of course, correct. I languidly felt stripped of a logical argument; my mind was still afloat in the euphoric stratosphere. I resigned myself to future laundry duty as my nectar soaked through the plush comforter, blanket, sheet set, and down to the protective mattress cover. I would later chuckle at the mess; at least my body was thorough in its liquid deluge. 

I was surprised and tickled when the Demigod knelt once more and lapped at my dripping, swollen goddess, not only prolonging my orgasm but bringing my pearl into the cresting pleasure. The snowy comforter crumpled around me as I spasmed and rocketed from his mouth and fingers. I howled as my body stiffened and my legs shook against his body. Spent from my release, my mind and limbs numb, I lay motionless as the R&B crooned around my sanctuary—the fading summer light filtering between the thin slates of the blinds.  

“Come here,” he murmured. “It’s my turn.”

I could not help it and grinned like a Cheshire cat as he sat back on his heels, causing his rigid glory to bob up and down. I rolled onto my abdomen, fingers caressing his heavy jewels as my lips once more sealed around his glory. Soon, I was drooling and happily choking on his thick glory. The Demigod’s fingernails gently electrified my skin as he pulled them back and forth across my back. Not lasting impressions, oh no, these were the soothing caress of an experienced lover. 

The slightly awkward position, head arched to his glory, did not allow me to pleasure the entirety of the Demigod. So, after a time, he positioned himself to stand at the side and lured me to the mattress edge until my head hung over the side. I cannot express the sheer joy and excitement as I gazed up at the monstrous throbbing girth above me. He slid with ease down my throat, cutting off my airway. My Inner Goddess was jubilant, wings all a flutter as we felt his length reaching nearly to my collarbone. What a magnificent being this Demigod was!

Once more, the mood remained sensual as the Demigod conservatively worked his member back and forth within my throat until my eyes watered and my eyeliner wept down my temples. I had nothing to fear as his movements gradually increased in speed and then slowed again. The Demigod was impressively attentive and ensured I had multiple opportunities to breathe. I tried not to choke or have my stomach react too strongly from the penetrating reach of the Demigod, but I was not always successful. My Inner Goddess felt that I unquestionably had room for improvement with my oral ministrations. I suppose I will just have to practice more. “Poor” me!

As he reached across my lean outstretched body, I felt my need quicken the moment his fingers once more called to my pearl and inner jewel. I struggled to multitask between breathing, taking every stocky inch of the Demigod, and losing my mind to the overwhelming crescendo of my multiple orgasms.  

Sensing his release was imminent in this vulnerable position, the Demigod pulled away to slope on my hill of pillows. Fighting against my instincts, I slowed my movements so as not to seem overly hungry as I scrambled astride his waiting hips. His stately head waded through the drenched curtains of my goddess, gradually filling me as I lowered myself down, centering on the delight of being expanded. I thought he had reached the pinnacle of his range as my voluptuous peaches came to rest on his thighs, but he gave a vigorous thrust, and his head swelled against my inner gate, causing me to cry out in a mixture of pain and instant orgasm. You should have seen the wicked grin on his face at my reaction. He forced deeper and pulsed simultaneously a second time as our eyes locked. The wicked, devious Demigod!

I rose and fell on his length, losing myself to the swirl of his thumb on my pearl. I absorbed the beauty of our communion through every cell as we kissed, as my orgasms gripped his glory, and his hands traced my figure’s delicate lines. Our movements alternated between brisk agile need and languid pleasure. With him still nestled within me, I rested my body across his expansive chest, my head tucked into his shoulder as he played with my sapphire curls. The fantasy of being loved by someone had my imagination tugging on my heartstrings. Emotions began to well to the surface, bubbling from the broken crevasses of my still-wounded heart.  

“No, no, no!!” panicked my Inner Goddess. “Why must we do this EVERY TIME someone is nice to you?!”

Swiftly she flashed images of the storm the Demigod had supported me through not all that long ago. Heavens, my Inner Goddess, was right for the second time that evening. I steeled my heart, damning the tears to wait for the long night ahead. I tsked quietly. What was wrong with me?! I seemed to be losing my grip on my emotions with every tender encounter. Maybe animalistic aggression was the safer route until I held the reins of control once more. 

Rising from the comfort of his embrace, I squared my shoulders and directed my attention to watching our bodies in the tiny armoire mirror. I focused on the vision of our bodies blending, the sinuous strength of his thighs, the jiggling bounce of my curvaceous peaches, and the weight of his fingers as they pressed into the tender flesh of my waist. My Inner Goddess used all her magic as I concentrated on the present. At last, the seal around my heart hardened once more. 

Noting my locked gaze in the mirror, the Demigod suggested I move to all fours and watch in the oversized mirror floating above the milky dresser. I felt relief flood my veins as my Inner Goddess took control, and I found my hips wiggling as he mounted me. Here I found the bit of rough fierceness I suddenly found myself in desperate need of to control my wayward emotions. As he grabbed my curls, wrenched my neck back, and began to throttle me, I wondered if the Demigod had sensed my distress and instinctively knew what my body required. I offered a soundless prayer of thanks to him and Fates before falling into the explosive pain and release of my insides being rearranged. 

When my vision finally cleared, and my body stopped convulsing, I discovered the Demigod was lying on his side next to me, propped on one elbow as he traced my heaving body with his fingertips. I had no idea he had transitioned! His contagious smile beamed in response to my weak grin. My already racing pulse quickened despite my motionless form as I gazed into the sparkling depth of his hazel eyes.

“Come here.” He whispered.

My mind felt fuzzy, and my body was slightly exhausted from my climax as his fingers guided my body to recline onto my back. I began to relax into the lavish comfort; my eyes fluttered closed as my body drifted in euphoria. My Inner Goddess sharply elbowed me in the ribs. The mighty Demigod was squeezing my hips between his oaken thighs, his robust weight resting on my legs. His aubergine head glistened just above my buxom chest as it swelled in his thick hand. My Inner Goddess did a giddy little twirl as we recognized it was not only his turn for pleasure, but he was also very, very close to cuming. 

I gathered both breasts as an offering to him, the pert nipples standing at attention. For a split second, I debated sucking my right nipple. The action never fails to drive him crazy, yet I hesitated, concerned the gesture would push him over the edge too quickly. After all, he had just spent an inordinate amount of time catering to my every whim and desire. 

“Do. It.” Came a rumbling groan from deep within his chest.

Hesitation evaporated as I hastened to comply, slipping my cute nipple into my mouth with gusto. The Demigod’s guttural response to the vision below him sent shivers like electrical currents racing over my already sensitive skin. I pulled harder on the peak of my plump mountain under his watchful gaze. My fingers fondled both breasts, my eyes glued in fascination at the blinding movement and straining masculinity just inches above my waiting body. 

“Do. The. Other. One.” Came the strained command.

My abandoned nipple strained heavenward from the cool breeze dancing over my moist breast as I switched to the neglected left one. Every muscle and vein on the Demigod’s body began to bulge under the pending pressure, whipping my Inner Goddess into a frenzy of sweet anticipation. I lifted my chin and extended my tongue toward his glistening slit but wordlessly recognized that was not what the Demigod preferred. As soon as my lips returned to my bosom, creamy ropes burst to coat my chin and breasts and ran in rivulets over his fingers as the great Demigod lustily bellowed his release. My Inner Goddess soared on her snowy wings in triumph as my head fell away from my breast, but my eyes remained fixed on the fading Demigod above me. 

“I need just a minute.” he panted weakly, his fingers still but not releasing his dribbling glory. 

I used the pad of my thumb to gently caress the heart-shaped underside of his tip in the lubricant of his release.”Me & Mrs. Jones,” lilted on the little speaker he had set on the bookshelf. My Inner Goddess was finally at peace. I watched the Demigod’s heaving pecs, his head still thrown back as his racing heart gradually slowed. I could not help but stare at him. He was so beautiful in the evening glow. My greedy eyes swept from his wide shoulders, perfectly sculpted pectorals lightly fuzzed salt and pepper curls, down his washboard abs, and his wonderous glory still cradled in his hand. Heavens. With only moderate self-deprecation, for the millionth time, I wondered what he was doing with a girl like me.

“Come here.” He murmured as he half rolled, half collapsed onto the bed beside me. 

Though we would later rise, share a meal, and exchange much-needed massages, my Inner Goddess remained in the bedroom, wrapped in the memory of the afterglow. She replayed the way our bodies coiled together, how my head nestled down into his strong embrace, and the tender way the Demigod brushed an errant curl from my forehead to place a tender kiss as he pulled me even closer. I did not need to be manhandled, devoured, or lightly bruised. Rather, the night had been a soothing balm, leaving me feeling seen and wanted. Curled on her side, my Inner Goddess wrapped her feathers about her as she tucked the precious memory of the evening deep within her heart and drifted into peaceful rest. 

Until next time, XO. Elsie